Xianye

Chapter 514 Ying Jichuan

Half a month later, in Beihao Prefecture, Yingjichuan—

The mountains and rivers stretch for thousands of miles, majestic and imposing, unfolding like a painting under the bright sun.

The painting depicts towering peaks, verdant hills, and flowing rosy clouds, showcasing a magnificent and awe-inspiring landscape, truly a masterpiece of nature. Several rivers meander and extend into a dense network of tributaries, revealing the wonders of creation.

The mountains and waters are connected, and the river and sky are one color, which is truly a wonderful view that makes people forget their worries!
Beihao Prefecture is the training ground of Beiji Garden, and Yingjichuan is naturally located within the territory under the jurisdiction of Beiji Garden.

Actually, Jichuan was once the gate of Beijiyuan for a period of time in its early years.

That was before the Dao Court collapsed. Because of the campaign against Tianyi Yan, the True Immortals of Beiji Garden led their disciples on a long journey across the Great Void and temporarily settled in Yingji River in the North as a place to prepare for a long-term war.

After Tianyi Yan was imprisoned in the Three Realms Cave, and the Eight Sects and Six Schools received the generous reward of being able to permanently guard Xudu, Beijiyuan also moved its own spiritual cave over from Huangyutian.

From then on, Ying Jichuan lost its position as a main gate and existed only as a branch residence.

The current ruler of Yingjichuan is none other than the Old Immortal of the North Pole.

This man had always loved mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, and the beauty of nature. Under his careful management, Yingjichuan truly became a place of blooming flowers, pleasing to the eye and delightful to the soul.

At this time, due to the Dan Yuan Conference, Ying Jichuan was also completely open and had unimpeded access.

Cultivators from all sides flocked to this place, and flying boats, cloud rafts, cranes, and fragrant carriages could be seen everywhere. All kinds of escape lights rose into the sky, displaying a variety of colors, like strings of rainbows overflowing with colorful light, which was quite a sight.

Since Ying Jichuan was assigned to the Beiji Laoxian, such a lively scene is indeed unprecedented.

They turned what should have been a sacred shrine into a bustling marketplace.

Visitors flocked to the ceremony, and even the previously empty palaces and waterside pavilions were filled with people.

Because there were so many people, Ying Jichuan's servants even moved several floating islands out of the treasury to provide shelter for them.

Meanwhile, in a large canyon nestled between two mountains, two beams of light were constantly colliding and clashing.

In just a moment, they rubbed against each other more than a hundred times, the light so dazzling that it made people secretly startled!

There are probably no fewer than ten thousand people watching the battle right now, because the two people fighting are Shen Xingcui from the Zhongyi Sword Sect and Yuan Fayan from the Beiji Garden.

Both of these are formidable figures who will be participating in the Dan Yuan Conference, renowned masters from major sects throughout the world.

Such a contest of magic would naturally attract the attention of all cultivators, who would come to watch.

"Was there a betting scheme involved in today's match?"

On a cloud raft, an old Taoist priest in purple robes was watching the battle from afar with two children.

Suddenly, a servant from Yingjichuan flew by on a crane. The old Taoist's eyes lit up, and he repeatedly sent a telepathic message to call the servant to stop.

"Of course there is."

The waiter gently patted the white crane's neck, causing it to stop in mid-air.

Then he quietly stretched out his hand and made a number. The old Taoist in purple immediately understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Then... let's bet on Master Shen Xingcui of the Zhongyi Sword Sect!"

The old Taoist in purple hesitated for a moment, then reached into his sleeve, took out a bulging little brocade pouch, and carefully handed it over.

The waiter nodded and accepted it, but as soon as he opened the bag, he was startled by how full it was of money. He didn't bother to register it first, but instead kindly reminded the waiter:
“Senior, such a large amount of Dharma money is no small matter. Why not bet on Master Yuan Fayan of Beijiyuan? His ranking in the year-end evaluation is slightly higher than that of Master Shen.”

The old Taoist priest in purple shook his head slightly.

Even though they were far apart, he only dared to whisper, afraid that someone would overhear him.

"I am also a sword cultivator, and I know just how powerful the six realms of swordsmanship truly are. Sword escape techniques at this level possess unfathomable mysteries, beyond the comprehension of even ghosts and gods. I'm afraid..."

The old Taoist priest in purple robes fell silent before he could finish speaking, but the attendant already understood his meaning.

"Bet everything?" the waiter asked.

"All in!"

The waiter nodded, and after registering the information, whispered a compliment:
"Unexpectedly, the senior is also a sword cultivator. No wonder his eyes are so piercing that people dare not look him in the eye!"

"My name is Qian Zhao. I am an elder of the Minshan Sword Sect. In fact, the Minshan Sword Sect is under the jurisdiction of the Beijiyuan. We are truly one family."

The old Taoist chuckled, first making a friendly gesture, then rubbing his hands together and asking:

"If this round doesn't produce a winner, I wonder if this bet will be worthwhile..."

Of the forty-two Golden Core cultivators who will be participating in the Dan Yuan Assembly, more than half have already arrived in Ying Ji Chuan.

Since everyone is an enemy of each other and it is rare for them to gather together, it is inevitable that they will have thoughts of fighting under such circumstances. They want to find out each other's strengths and weaknesses in order to deal with each other at the conference soon.

However, not every battle of magic needs to be completely decided in terms of victory or defeat.

Both sides usually stop after testing each other's moves a few times.

With no clear winner or loser, betting naturally becomes meaningless.

This is why the old Taoist priest Qian Zhao specifically asked that question.

He was also worried that if Yuan and Shen also only exchanged a few blows before leaving, what would become of his bet?

"Of course, we should return it all! Under the old immortal's very nose, who would dare tarnish Ying Jichuan's reputation?" the waiter declared, patting his chest.
"Is this your first time betting, senior?"

"When Master Zheng Jia and Master Xiang Ji of the Yin Jing Sect were fighting the other day, I saw someone placing bets, so I came here to join in the fun this time," Qian Zhao said with a smile.

"This betting matter was suggested by the old immortal, which is why we subordinates dared to carry it out. Otherwise, who would dare to play this game? Aren't we afraid of angering those Dan Yuan True Persons?"

The waiter understood immediately and quickly offered Qian Zhao a word of comfort:
"With the old immortal personally guaranteeing it, how could we servants dare to embezzle your bets? Senior, please rest assured."

Upon hearing the name of the Old Immortal of the North Pole, Qian Zhao's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood.

"I wonder which two True Immortals will be competing next?"

Qian Zhao glanced at the intense scene of golden flames raging in the deep gorge, felt a chill in his heart, and then asked the attendant for advice.

But after he asked the question, the waiter did not answer, only his eyes looked a little strange.

"..."

Qian Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then realized he had spoken out of turn and lowered his head with an embarrassed smile.

These forty-two Golden Core cultivators from major sects are all renowned figures throughout the world.

Unless it is a strict order from the elders of the sect, who can allow them to compete like ordinary people performing arts?
So this betting is really just a matter of luck. It depends on which two people happen to be itching to try their luck and want to test each other's skills, and whether these two people really want to determine a winner or loser, rather than just going through the motions.

"Which other Dan Yuan Realm cultivators have not yet arrived?"

Qian Zhao then changed his mind and took out a pot of spiritual elixir from his sleeve, handing it to the attendant.

"It seems that the senior saw others making a lot of money betting and got tempted to do the same?"

The waiter, understanding the implied meaning from the music, smiled and put away the elixir, making a teasing remark before pondering further:
"Now there are also True Man Chen Heng of the Jade Palace, True Man Yu Huangshang and True Man Chen Bai of the Innate Demon Sect, True Man Changsun Kuang of the Dou Shu Sect, and True Man Gu Yi of the Hu Zhao Sect..."

After counting on his fingers, the waiter said to Qian Zhao:
"When Master Chen of Yu Chen arrives, he will probably have to fight a real battle with Master Gu Yi of Hu Zhao!"
It's said that these two were rivals back in the Dongxuan era, and now they've met again, huh!

Qian Zhao nodded and noted it down, while also secretly sighing with emotion.

The extraordinary talents of the eight sects and six factions gathered here, and many powerful forces from all over the world sent people to watch the ceremony. It was truly a rare and grand event, with outstanding talents and dignitaries gathering everywhere!
For Qian Zhao, being able to witness this firsthand was truly an honor!
"The sect's finances have been rather tight lately. I wonder if we can make a small fortune through this method?"

Qian Zhao muttered something under his breath.

While Qian Zhao was pondering this, several miles away, Yin Wuji and Yin Ruohua stood side by side in a hazy aura, also watching the battle.

When Shen Xingcui suddenly raised his sword, only to be dodged by Yuan Fayan, Yin Wuji shook his head and said calmly:
"Shen Xingcui is also slippery. I thought that a sword cultivator as brainless as him would have a complete showdown with Yuan Fayan before the tournament. I didn't expect him to have to hide something? It seems that my bet has come full circle."

Yin Ruohua glanced at Yin Wuji and said helplessly:

"Isn't this just human nature?"

"Zheng Jia and Xiang Ji from the day before yesterday, Ning Fengqi and Lu Tingyun, and Tang Xuan and Zuo Pengzong from the day before that..."

Yin Wuji laughed:
"Didn't these guys almost come to blows, allowing me to make a small profit?"

Before Yin Ruohua could speak, Yin Wuji turned around and looked at a blue-green flying boat not far away, and said mockingly:
"According to you, if Shen Xingcui were to fight Yuan Fayan to the death, who would have a better chance of winning?"

Where Yin Wuji was looking, there was only Huang Dalun, who looked reserved, and a group of Yu Chen Lower Academy disciples.

When Yin Wuji suddenly turned around, the group of lower courtyard disciples scattered and turned their backs to him, leaving Huang Dalun standing there stiffly with a rather unsightly smile.

Since Beihao and Dongmi are separated by tens of thousands of miles, someone of Huang Dalun's cultivation level who wants to come to Yingjishan to attend the ceremony can only do so by following his elders across the ocean.

However, just as they reached Beihao Prefecture, Huang Dalun and his group were separated from their elders due to an attack by wild beasts in the sea.

Fortunately, Yin Wuji happened to be passing by and rescued them.

As they traveled together to Yingji Mountain, Yin Wuji and Yin Ruohua witnessed Huang Dalun's ability to make "iron-mouthed predictions" more than once, and found it quite amusing.

When Huang Dalun saw Yin Wuji looking at him, he couldn't help but shudder, his fat undulating like waves.

He thought for a long time, then chuckled dryly and tentatively asked:
"Master Shen Xingcui?"

"it is good!"

Yin Wuji laughed loudly and clapped his hands sharply:

"I just bet on Yuan Fayan!"

Yin Ruohua covered her mouth and chuckled, while Huang Dalun looked embarrassed and could only pretend to be nonchalant as he looked up at the sky. Yin Wuji's loud laughter was undisguised, attracting the attention of several Dan Yuan Realm cultivators nearby.

Zhou Fujia remained indifferent, Lü Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of sternness, and Pei Zhi's expression was cold.

The bluebird on Wei Lingjiang's shoulder weakly turned its neck to look around, then slowly slumped back onto Wei Lingjiang's shoulder, still sleepy-eyed.

"Among these so-called Dan Yuan Zhenren, you need to be wary of a few, such as Lü—"

Yin Wuji turned to Yin Ruohua, and before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly became slightly solemn.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, its origin unknown.

The badges on the waists of a group of waiters jingled in unison, like the clear, melodious sound of jade being struck together.

"Another True Immortal of the Dan Yuan realm has arrived. Is it True Immortal Chen of Yu Chen?"

Beside Qian Zhao, the attendant riding the white crane was momentarily taken aback.

He straightened his clothes and was about to fly to meet the attack with the servants when a golden light suddenly spread out, shaking the rivers and mountains, causing the winds below the clouds to swirl like a tide, surging and roaring. Its power was so great that it seemed to envelop all the mountains and peaks in a single mass of energy, majestic and unparalleled!
After the golden light and gale dissipated, only a Taoist priest with a free and unrestrained spirit and profound demeanor stood in the depths of the vast cloud vortex, his robes fluttering in the wind and his sleeves billowing.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and glanced down at the sky.

Due to his imposing presence, there was a brief moment of silence in the room, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Even Shen Xingcui and Yuan Fayan, who were engaged in a magical duel, stopped fighting at the same time, slightly withdrawing their magical power, and a look of fear appeared on their faces.

"Chen Heng!"

Yin Wuji smiled inwardly.

……

……

At that time, the mountain mists were layered and beautiful, and the bright sun shone in the sky.

Since arriving here, Chen Heng had indeed spotted two or three familiar figures at a glance.

He first nodded slightly to Lü Rong, who had risen from his seat, then exchanged greetings with Yin Wuji of the Plague Sect and Yin Quan of the Nine Truths Sect, before finally fixing his gaze on Wei Lingjiang.

The two exchanged a glance from a distance, separated by a cloud, and finally bowed to each other.

"What did I just tell you? Oh, I told you to be wary of a few Dan Yuan Realm cultivators."

After exchanging greetings with Chen Heng, Yin Wuji stood behind him with his hands behind his back, seemingly quite interested.

He glanced at the expressions on the faces of everyone present and saw that several Dan Yuan True Persons had already stepped forward to greet Chen Heng. The two sides exchanged pleasantries, creating a lively atmosphere.

He smiled at Yin Ruohua beside him:

"Let's talk about those present right now, such as Lü Rong, Zhou Fujia, and naturally, this Chen Heng, the True Man."

"There shouldn't be any danger to your life at the Dan Yuan Conference, right?" Yin Ruohua shook her head.

"Over the years, there have been some unexpected events. If the opponent's supernatural abilities are far superior to yours, or if they have unexpected and decisive methods that can catch you off guard, then it's hard to say, like Liang Wenxian and Du Ao?"

"What about that?"

“Lu Rong will not kill you. As for Zhou Fujia, run away as soon as you see him. Only Chen Heng…” Yin Wuji pondered for a moment.

"How is Chen Heng?"

"I don't know if he will try to kill you. If you encounter him, you can try to beg for mercy and see if you can seduce him with your beauty?"

Yin Wuji spread his hands.

Yin Ruohua glanced at him, too lazy to reply.
At this moment, Yin Wuji suddenly turned to look at Huang Dalun, who was standing dumbfounded in the flying boat, and said with a half-smile:

"Tell me, if I were to fight Chen Heng, who would win?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Dalun's face fell. After a long moment of doubt, he finally mustered his courage and spoke his true feelings in a trembling voice:

"It is...it is our sect's True Man Chen who will win!"

Faced with such bold and rebellious words, Yin Wuji was not angry, but simply nodded in bewilderment.

Then he laughed loudly, flicked his sleeve, and suddenly a gust of wind rose straight up into the clouds, his voice booming:
"Master Chen, it's been many years. How about we test our skills against each other?"

The sound, once uttered, was rolling and resounding, echoing through the mountains like a great bell!

The cultivators on both sides of the canyon were struck by this overwhelming aura, their faces turning pale for a moment. Many of the junior cultivators who came to watch the ceremony even suffered from ear pain and hurriedly covered their heads.

"Master Chen, be careful! This one is definitely not easy to deal with!"

Yin Quan, who had met Chen Heng once at the East Sea Dragon Palace, gave a serious reminder, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

After Chen Heng nodded his thanks, he didn't say much. He simply unleashed his sword light and flew out as well.

"please!"

The two faced off for only a moment before suddenly attacking, each with a wisp of smoke rising from their bodies, and simultaneously raising their palms to press forward.

In an instant, a loud bang was heard in the air, as if the sky had been torn open and a huge wave was rolling down from it!

In an instant, a surge of energy erupted, the gale shattered, and endless thunder and stardust crisscrossed, covering an area of ​​nearly a hundred miles and shaking the heavens!
With a deafening roar, a nearby mountain peak, grazed by lightning, exploded instantly, sending rocks raining down. Before they could even hit the ground, they were torn to shreds by the stardust, which crashed down into the river below, making a loud splashing sound.

"Something bad has happened!"

Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultivators hurriedly used their respective methods to flee far away, fearing that they would be caught up in this chaotic celestial phenomenon and be left with nothing but bones.

It took about fifteen minutes for the booming sound to subside.

Many cultivators craned their necks to look, and deep within the chaotic clouds, Chen Heng and Yin Wuji stood facing each other, their bodies spotless and their expressions still composed.

"So this is the supernatural power?"

Chen Heng slowly lowered his hand and tucked it back into his sleeve, chuckling softly to himself.

He didn't say much after that, only said "thank you for your kind words" in a light tone, then flicked his sword and calmly broke through the cloud curtain, disappearing in an instant.

"..."

Meanwhile, Yin Wuji, who was some distance away, also lowered his hand and suddenly frowned slightly.

That exchange of palms was not only a contest of supernatural powers between the two sides, but also a test of their keen perception of each other.

After fighting for a long time, it was clear to discerning people that Yin Wuji had not gained any advantage; he was simply evenly matched.

However, Chen Heng did not continue the fight. He simply smiled and left. To the younger cultivators, this seemed to indicate that he wanted to conserve his energy and avoid too much damage.
"Could it be that he has discovered my true strength? That's a ridiculous idea; we've only been fighting for a short while!"

After standing silently for a long time, Yin Wuji also pointed his finger and rode away indifferently on a mighty gale, ignoring the cultivators below.

Until the two of them left one after the other, their figures could no longer be seen.

A lively murmur of discussion arose from the crowd, rising and falling, and lasting for a long time!
"No way? This works? I don't remember the Huang family ancestors being any kind of demons or evil beings, so how come I have such a silver tongue?"

Huang Dalun stood there, stunned, and slapped himself twice. He hesitated, then looked at his companion beside him, and muttered in a daze:
"My eyesight isn't very good..."

In that exchange of palms just now, who won—Master Chen or Master Yin?

And just as things were getting lively and bustling here...

On the other hand, guided by Ying Jishan's attendant, Chen Heng also stopped his sword light at a sacred peak.

Looking out, the mountains here are layered upon layered, with dozens of sacred peaks towering high above the earth. Clear light and clouds swirl down from their tops, and within the peaks are golden palaces and jade pavilions, waterside terraces and flower terraces.

This place is clearly the residence of the forty-two Dan Yuan True Persons. At a glance, it is exquisite in every detail, like a divine palace.

"Please rest here on this spiritual peak for now. You may use the female servants and strongmen inside as you please. In seven days, the judges of this Dan Yuan Grand Competition and the presiding elders of the eight sects and six schools will arrive."

My venerable master will personally prepare a banquet to welcome all the esteemed Dan Yuan True Immortals!

The waiter who led the way was a clever man. After saying this, he showered Chen Heng with compliments as if they were free.

When Chen Heng casually handed him a bottle of pills, his smile grew even wider, and he bowed repeatedly to accept it.

"Does the Master know that the Old Immortal is a kind-hearted person who mentors younger generations, just like that Ancestor Fucan, and the two are also very good friends."

The waiter whispered a suggestion:

"At that banquet, I'm afraid it won't just be about drinking; the old immortal may have some great benefits to bestow upon us!"

Chen Heng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

However, as he received the talisman and was about to step onto the summit, he suddenly looked around thoughtfully.

He looked at the two spiritual peaks flanking his cave dwelling in the center and said:
"Who are my two neighbors on the left and right?"

The attendant hurriedly reported, "On the left is the Chiming Guardian Commander, Master Jiang, and on the right is the Protector, Master Gu Yi."

Chen Heng paused slightly, his figure coming to a stop.

"Who gave the order?"

"The Old Immortal of the Arctic".

(End of this chapter)